The young masters in the martial arts arena were eager to test their skills. There were too many challengers to let them all go up at once, of course. Before stepping onto the stage, they had to be assessed by the hosts—the Elders of the Medicine King Gang's Herb Gathering Hall. Only young masters ranked at least second-rate and between twenty and thirty years old were eligible to challenge.
But even that wasn't enough. There were plenty of qualified masters in that age group. To keep things fair, if all the challengers wanted to go up, they first had to fight on the auxiliary platform. Whoever won would get priority to step onto the main platform and challenge Xie Yun, the reigning champion.
Ye Qin glanced from afar at Xie Yun sitting on the platform. Seeing Yang Yicheng and Feng Xiao still arguing over how many rounds Xie Yun could last, he couldn't help interjecting. "Senior Brother Xie Yun's internal energy is badly depleted. Judging by his complexion, he must have taken the Nine Sun Pill our Herb Gathering Hall developed to restore internal energy and replenish his rapidly dwindling qi. But no medicine can make up for the toll on his body and spirit. After each fight, he needs to rest with his eyes closed for at least fifteen minutes to ease his physical and mental fatigue before he can keep going. Several Elders from our hall are down there using all sorts of tricks to stall for time, giving him longer to rest. I'm afraid tonight will be the limit of his challenges."
Hearing Ye Qin, Feng Xiao immediately clapped his hands and laughed. "Second Senior Brother and I see eye to eye. I've been saying all along that reaching the seventh round tonight is Xie Yun's limit.